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PREFACE 

I trust this booklet "$am'$ $onnet$," will 
receive some welcome. 

The editor of The Christian Intelligencer, 
N. Y.. called these "very clever verse;" others say 
"$am''l Rud Cook is Master of Triolets," but he is 
the only fellow I never yet learnt to know. 

However, one friend fancied the idiocrasm 
of my signature and sent me a postal card from 
the east with only the "$" mark on it, still it did 
not go to Rockf eller, but came to Indiana the home 
of IN GOD WE TRUST and 2,516,462 poets, 
essayists and editors— and finally found me— the 
Post Officials realizing that the Dollar Sign is as 
close as money gets to a Cook even if he bakes 
his poetry. 

All these tactful favors are thankfully but 
modestly received. May our friendship circle 

grow. 

Ever truly yours, 

THE AUTHOR. 

July, 1907 



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Copyrighted 1907 by Sam'i Rud Cook. 



THE FIELD 

In the field our faith figrhts for lifes food 

On the ground that is grace to the grain, 
And this faith is the cause of our mood 

As we wield for a yield in soils drain. 
Thus the field our hope flays for lifes feed 

On the fact that is grave for the grown. 
And this hope makes us dare to life lead 

As we reap just to keep for a loan. 
Thru the field our love fights in lifes fate 

By the act that is game to our goal, 
And this love is the source for the rate 

That we choose when we steep our own soul: 
While the herald of these views shall be joy 

When we seal with a zeal field employ. 



BUSINESS 

Of all laws in times lay for smooth lea 

There's no rite or a role which us rears 
In the line of trades rule as degree 

Of our work that a right knowledge cheers. 
Of all forms in lifes fad and times foil 

There's no stile or a square which us sounds 
To the whole of the built as the toil 

Of our act in the light wisdom crowns. 
Of all aims in our apts and our aid 

There's no try that s so trim or as trite 
Like the will which shall deed to no trade 

Lest we know what is sown is all right: 
That is what we in life always call 

With one voice at invoice BUSINESS TALL! 



THE TILLER 

The first of a Tiller is a T ; 

But not oft do we find he tea drinks. 
For he keeps all sober, like a bee, 

His head wax, to thrive hive, as he thinks. 
The center of Tiller is eer ill; 

But seldom do we see this man so— 
Tho he sows and he reaps, s^"*\ his will 

Is a deed for good heahn and wealth glow. 
The all of a Tiller means yeoman; 

But always this peasant treats urbane. 
For he fills the challice, as showman. 

To the world that would wield all in vain: 
Were it not for the Tiller— the whole fill 

Of our bins, the Miller and soul will! 



POETRY 

Po-e-try is but Poe, the great Scribe, 

With a TRY, at its close; so the song 

Is replete in its phase; hence to bribe 

For its feet would expose what is wrong: 

It to parse is no farce, but a try- 
Ever born in a soul as an eye ! 

Poem good, as pure starts and it ends 

As meter does beg-in; yet cadence 

Is oft dense and the rymth needs ammends 
To uphold what we know as credence. 

Thus our prose oft out-weig-hs all our verse. 
For a ROSE, with a part of prayer 

Maps out PROSE— not perVERSE, or to scare 

Life adVERSE in conVERSE-uniVERSE! 



TRIOLETS 



IN THE LAND OF REFORM 

In the land of reform 

Many men are termed Cranks, 

But if their acts conform— 

To the hand of reform 

And inform— not deform. 

Then the world performs thanks— 

Tho in land of reform 

Many souls are termed Cranks ! 

IN THE LAND OF FREE PRESS 

In the land of Free Press 
We may have our great say. 
If we don't right depress- 
In the land of Free Press, 
Where we pay the Express 
As we make impress lay- 
In the land of Free Press 
We all hatch our great say ! 

IN THE LAND OF PARSING 

In the land of parsing 

We should know right phrasing. 

For we find no farcing— 

In the land of parsing; 

And none could at par sing 

If rymth had no praising— 

In the land of parsing 

We should note right phrasing! 



IN THE LAND OF BLACK-SMITH 

In the land of black- smith 
Where we form our good luck. 
Tho we are but Jack Smith— 
In the land of black-smith. 
We may be a crack smith 
If we have a great pluck- 
In the land of black-smith 
May we form our good luck ! 

IN THE LAND OF WOR-KING 

In the land of wor-king 
Every one does duty. 
For we court no shir-king 
In the land of wor-king— 
Tho there dwells a win-king, 
While thin-king thrones beauty, 
Our tal-king and wor-king 
With jo-king is duty! 

ON THE SEA OF CENSURE 

On the sea of censure 
There always is annoy. 
But the form of censer — 
On the sea of censure- 
Oft provides a censor 
Who saves men from decoy: 
On the sea of censure 
There always is a buoy ! 

IN THE LAND CONTRIBUTE 

In the land contribute. 
There our grace is handsome; 
For we have attribute- 
In the land contribute— 
Which will save postitute 
And conform life fusome— 
In the land contribute 
Where all grace is handsome ! 



IN THE LAND OF PERMIT 

In the land of permit 
Always do what is just. 
Then you won't be hermit— 
In the land of pemiit, 
But will reach a sumit 
And the world will you trust— 
If in land of permit 
You comit what is just! 

IN THE LAND OF OUTDOORS 

In the land of outdoors 
We all like to frolic, 
To open our pores— 
In the land of outdoors; 
For thus man health implores 
And no wealth has cholic: 
In the land of outdoors 
Where souls love to frolic ! 

IN THE LAND OF PROFIT 

In the land of profit 
There people advertise, 
Tho there is no prophet— 
In the land of profit. 
Yet they reach lifes sumit 
Comiting- ritual wise: 
In the land of profit 
Where people advertise ! 

IN THE LAND ALDINE PRESS 

In the land Aldine Press 
We do press for Smart Set, 
For we have Hotch-kis press- 
In the land Aldine Press, 
And have proved inks impress 
As lifes pie, when lips meet: 
In the land Aldine Press 
Where we press the Smart Set! 



IN THE LAND OF VERSES 

In the land of ver$e$ 

All true rite$ have cadence, 

For we know perver$e$— 

In the land of ver$e$, 

Would but meet rever$e$; 

For no wrong has predence — 

In the land of ver$e$ 

Where true rite$ have cadence! 



IN THE LAND OF DANGER 

In the land of danger 
Right always has its flags, 
Tho you are a stranger 
In the land of danger- 
God goes Bear to manger 
And helps light from its rags; 
In the land of danger, 
Right always has its flags! 



A MAID WITH A FELT HAT 

A maid with a felt hat 
Drempt her hat was no felt, 
So she felt of her hat— 
The maid with a felt hat; 
But the felt ne'er felt that. 
Yet maid felt she felt felt 
As maid made for felt hat. 
For made hat was of felt! 



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A FLY FLEW OFF A FLUE 

A fly flew off a flue 
Flying- at a flown flea, 
While flea flew into flue — 
As fly flew off a flue; 
Still fly flew up from flue. 
Yet the flue did not flee— 
Tho fly flew off a flue 
Flying- at a flown flea ! 

Mr. Fait on an ait 
Ate a lot of dinner. 
Then some fate, just at eight. 
Pained this Fait while on ait; 
So Fait could not get straight. 
For Fait ate, like a sinner— 
Which killed Fait on an ait 
Who at eight ate dinner! 
Moral: Shun Epulosity, 

REFORM LIMERICK 

In the land of deform, 
May the hand of inform 
Conform grace 
In lifes race— 
To perform a reform ! 

DAY VERSES DIVERSE 

Ted Day's acts are adVERSE 
Babe has rites in reVERSE 
Pa has nights of perVERSE 
Ma the days of conVERSE: 
Versus days TO diVERSE! 

QUARTRAIN PERFORMANCE 

A man adverse to feet, 
Because of life on train, 
Did write a verse with feet— 
So walked to lucks quarTRAIN ! 



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